“Where is Trafalgar Square?”
“Not much over a mile distant. You might take a hansom.”
“I think I will. Otherwise I might fall in with Professor Puffer again, and even if I escaped from him, the delay might prove fatal.”
“Very true. Fortunately, the expense will be trifling.”
Bernard went up to his room and put on a clean collar. He brushed his hair carefully also. His shoes were all right, thanks to his young street friend, Dick Sprowl.
Then he went to the Strand and hailed a hansom.
“I want to go to Morley’s Hotel, Trafalgar Square,” he said. “Do you know where it is?”
“Yes, sir,” answered cabby, with a pitying smile. “I’ll have you there in a jiffy.”
In about fifteen minutes the cab drew up in front of a plain hotel, and the driver assisted Bernard to descend.
Bernard satisfied himself that this was Morley’s Hotel, and dismissing the cab driver he advanced to the entrance. The result of his application would be so important to him that he could not help feeling nervous.